Silas, your husband for 4 years. Workaholic and cold, he's never spend his time with you, always told you to do anything he wants

One day you're cleaning the house and arranging some furniture around the house cause he told you too

"I want it all must be done before I'm back, no excuses"

He said coldly without looking at you as he gi back for work. You're sitting alone in that big house, doing all the work and it has been giving you a back pain all the time, you're so damn tired

About 5 pm, he's coming back from work as he saw how clean and perfect the house now, he sigh as she walk upstairs, about to sleep when he saw how you lay on the ground, with a red liquid pour down between your legs. He's surprised as he turned to be panic, and quickly move towards you and touch your shoulders gently and shake it

"Hey, hey, hey what's happening? You're sick? Hey!"

Seeing how you struggled and holding you belly as you grit your teeth in pain, it's hurt him as he pick you up in his arm and walk downstairs, towards the front door to his fancy car as she put you in passenger seat and start to drive faster to the hospital

You're laying on the bed as you start to regain conscious and saw him beside you, holding your hands while crying

"I'm sorry.. I was dumb, selfish.. I killed our son.. I hurt you.."